Looking back, it was hard to see what took you so damn long.
Granted, a good chunk of your time knowing Cinch, you were a minor and you couldn’t even really think about hooking up with her, but you should’ve been on her the instant you turned 18. She’s pretty much everything you could ever hope for in a woman. Powerful, independent, beautiful, and an absolute monster in bed. And, even though your relationship with Cinch was based on what should’ve been a single rendezvous, it quickly became more than that. You love Cinch, enough to start a family with her, to take your two lives and bind them as one.
Which is what brings you here, to a fancy restaurant you couldn’t have dreamed of being able to afford two years ago, to have dinner with your the principal and the dean of your high school. Somehow, that’s not the strangest part of the night. Nor was it the fact that you had left your daughter in the care of Dean Cadance’s husband, Shining Armor (or even the idea that you had a daughter, something that still occasionally boggled your mind). The strangest part of your night, of course, was the entire point of this dinner, which you waited until nearly the end of the meal to bring to attention.
“So, Cadance,” you say, nudging your plate forward. You had been sort of spectating the conversation, watching and listening to the two friends converse. It was always interesting to see Cinch interact with Cadance in a personal setting, as opposed to when working. “There’s something we wanted to talk to you about.”
“Oh? Is everything okay?” Cadance’s laugh slowly fades into concern, her brow furrowing slightly. Cinch nods, a smile crawling to her features.
“More than okay,” says Cinch. “It’s just… You’re a very good friend, Mia, and we want you to be a part of this. We’re very excited, actually.”
“Is that so? We all know you’re hard to excite, Abacus.” You begin to correct Cadance, to let her know that you’re quite adept at “exciting” Cinch by this point, but you thankfully think better of it. “Well? Don’t keep me in suspense! What is it?”
“We’ve been pretty sure for a while now, but we wanted to be totally certain before we said anything,” you say. “And, it just so happens, we got back from the doctor today, and he told us the good news.”
You watch Cadance’s eyes narrow, her trying to work out what you meant. Suddenly, it seems to click, and her confused expression becomes one of jaw-dropped, wide-eyed joy and excitement. You chuckle at the display. Cadance had always been a softy for these big moments, and her joy never failed to infect others.
“No,” she says, grinning widely.
“Yes, Mia.” Cinch is normally very reserved when in the presence of others, so it was always special to see her as excited as she was now. “It’s a boy!”
“And the baby is actually mine this time!” you add, grinning at Cinch’s very annoyed glare. “Or, at least, that’s what she tells me.”
“Anon… How do you manage to take every single touching, heartfelt moment and just… Suck all the gravitas from it? Your lack of tact is remarkable.”
“It’s part of my charm.”
“Oh my god! You guys! I’m so happy for you!” squealed Cadance. “Oh, you two have the most perfect little family starting, don’t you!” You share a glance with Cinch, who nods for you to continue.
“Well, funny you should mention that,” you say. “Abby and I already had a kid out of wedlock, and we figured there’s no point in doing it twice. So…” Cinch raises her left hand to show off her beautiful new diamond ring. “I asked her to marry me. And, for some reason, she said yes.”
Cadance looks like she’s about to faint. She doesn’t say anything at first, but you can almost hear the gears whirring in her head. Suddenly, she squeals, immediately launching into her campaign to secure her position as your wedding planner. Not that there’s much chance of you picking anyone else. You know precisely fuck all about weddings, and you could count on one hand the number of people that Cinch would trust with something this important.
“We don’t want a huge ceremony or anything, Cadance,” you say, before she gets herself going too much. “Something private. Just a couple of friends, you know?”
“Oh, come on! You guys have been so secretive with this whole thing!” complained Cadance. “I want to give you guys the biggest, most perfect ceremony ever! You deserve it, you deserve for your friends and family and—”
“Mia, I’m forty-nine years old, and I’m about to marry a nineteen year-old boy,” says Cinch with a sigh. You grab her hand and gently squeeze it, to let her know that you’re on the same page. “Our families aren’t exactly the most supportive of our relationship, I’m afraid.”
“Oh.” Cadance shrinks down slightly, burying her face in her palms. “Sorry, I should’ve… I’m an idiot…”
“Well, my parents don’t give a shit,” you say with a shrug. “They’re just happy I’m out of their house.” Cinch glares at you out of the corner of her eye, but you can tell that she was at least slightly amused.
“In any case, I would prefer if we kept things quiet, as far as the ceremony goes. Just a few friends who are in the know,” explains Cinch. Cadance nods, understanding the situation a bit better now.
“Right. Of course. Well, fun fact, I’m technically an ordained minister, so I can officiate the ceremony for you. No worries there. And I know the owner of this fabulous bakery downtown, far and away the best cake I’ve ever had.” Cadance is normally a very steady, orderly, practical woman, but she loves herself a good wedding, and that manifests itself in this raw, almost unbridled enthusiasm. “I can place the order as soon as you have a date set. Catering is going to be a no-brainer, Shiny’s best friend Garrett runs an amazing little company, he can help you design a menu. The music might be a bit tougher, I’ll have to dig through my contacts to see if I still have information on anyone, but I’m sure I can find one as soon as you settle on a venue, but that’s a whole other—”
“Cadance. Think small,” you remind her. “Private. We don’t need the best cake in the city or a catering service. Abby has a little place on the beach, and we’re gonna go up there. Maybe barbecue or something.”
Cadance gets that crazed look in her eyes, but she soon reels herself in. As much as you can tell that she wants to give you and Cinch the world, she understands why things are the way that they are. And although it looks like it’s going to cause her physical pain, she seems to resign herself to the fact that this is for the best.
“Fine. Small and private. I can do the ceremony, Shining can grill, and then we can take sweet baby Minnie for a week or two so you can have your honeymoon,” concedes Cadance. “But I am getting you a cake, so don’t even try to convince me otherwise!”
You give Cinch a glance, watching her roll her eyes in amusement. When you were still a student, you never gave Cadance and Cinch’s relationship much thought. You figured they must’ve been nothing more than long-term colleagues, but that wasn’t the case at all. Cadance was a friend of Cinch’s, a good friend. And, although you still feel a bit weird to be friends with, even dating (engaged, you have to remind yourself) people twice your age, you have to count yourself lucky to have a friend like Dean Cadance.
“Deal,” you say with a chuckle. “You drive a hard bargain, Cadance.”
“So that’s what you two were up to when you spent the extra night at the resort!” exclaims Cadance. “You were proposing to Abacus!”
Strictly speaking, that’s true. You did, in fact, end up proposing to Cinch during the extra night at the resort. Of course, you didn’t plan to (you didn’t really have a history of thinking things through, so why start now?), but you managed to get Cinch to say yes even without a ring at the ready. So, from a certain point of view, Cadance was correct.
“Well…” you say. “We decided to stay for other reasons, but…”
“Oh? Like what?” asks Cadance, wonderfully oblivious to the amount of wild, passionate, animalistic sex that you had with Cinch on that extra day.
“I don’t think you’d be terribly interested in hearing that particular story, Mia.” Cinch dives into the conversation, clearly flustered. You chuckle at her expression. Such a serious, stoic woman, and you made it your mission in life to make her blush as often as possible.
“Oh. I see.” Cadance smirks, then casually offers her fist. You laugh, both at Cinch’s increased blush and the sheer strangeness of the situation, and fistbump Dean Cadance. “Nicely done, Anon.”
“What can I say? It’s a gift.” You dramatically put your hand to your forehead like a fainting princess, as if your power to seduce women twice your age was a burden you carried. Cinch rolls her eyes almost out of her skull, and Cadance has to cover her mouth to stifle her laughter.
“You know, I’m really surprised,” said Cadance. “I’m normally something of a matchmaker, and I never would’ve thought you two would work. But, now that I see you… You two were made for each other.”
“Oh, don’t go saying things like that,” scoffs Cinch. “It’ll go to his head.”
“You already boosted my ego to maximum capacity when you first decided to sleep with me,” you point out. “I’ve kinda been on the top of the world ever since.”
“That was somehow crass, immature, inappropriate, and romantic, all at once.”
“Isn’t that why you went out with me in the first place?” you ask. “That, and I’m a very good detention student.” Cinch rolls her eyes, but leans in and kisses you on the cheek regardless. You still weren’t sure how you had managed to trick such a wonderful woman into falling in love with you, but you were beyond satisfied that she was about to become part of your life, forever.
“A very good student, indeed.”
Six months later
“Do you, Anonymous Hugo Fawkes, take Abacus Minerva Cinch to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in marriage?” Cadance has to physically fight the urge to cry, but she managed to do her job quite well. She stands before you to officiate the ceremony, but you can barely focus on her. Not with Cinch standing just before you in her gorgeous white dress, her eyes wet with tears and a small, shaky grin on her face. Cinch never gets this emotional. It’s humbling to see her with all of her walls down, baring her heart and soul for your union. “Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do.” You just barely choke out the words, unable to make sense of all the emotions flooding your mind. You’re thrilled, honored, and terrified all at once. Never in life have you felt this way, and you weren’t sure if you could ever feel this way again.
“And do you, Abacus Minerva Cinch, take Anonymous Hugo Fawkes to be lawfully wedded husband, to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him, for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do,” sniffs Cinch. Cadance gives her friend a teary-eyed smile, taking a short second to compose herself before continuing.
“B-by the vested in m-me, by God and by m-man.” Cadance’s voice is shaky and shuddery as she struggles to stop herself from openly crying at the beauty of your love and union. “I now p-pronounce you… Husband and wife.” Cadance drew a handkerchief from her suit breast pocket, using it to wipe her tears away. “You may now kiss the bride.”
You grab Cinch around the waist and pull her in close, staring into her soft pink eyes for just a moment before you bring your lips to her. Cadance claps and cheers, stepping away from the stage to meet with her own husband in his seat before the newly married couple. Shining is even more emotional than his wife, but neither of them hold a candle to you and Cinch.
You can’t remember ever being happier, and you can tell Cinch feels the same. She has a glow to her that you’ve never seen in her before. Like a whole new woman. You can’t help yourself, and you kiss her again. When you break apart, your mind starts racing. This woman is your wife now, the mother of your children. This moment right now, her hand in yours, marks the beginning of your life together. It feels magical, almost surreal.
“Thanks again, Cadance. For everything,” you say, hooking your arm with Cinch’s and joining the small party. You and Cinch hadn’t invited anyone outside of Shining and Cadance, the only additional guest being your precious Minerva. She’s almost two years old now, and she looks more and more like her mother everyday. You can see her confusion, her mind boggled by seeing so many grown-ups crying like babies. She breaks free from Shining, who had been holding her on his lap during the ceremony, and all but runs into her mother’s arms.
“It’s alright, Minerva.” Cinch scoops her up, holding her close and kissing her cheek. “You’re going to be a good girl for Auntie Cadance and Uncle Shiny, okay?” Minnie nods, but she’s clearly still not understanding. All she knows is that mommy and daddy are crying, and that they’re going away for what seems like forever to a toddler (in reality, you’d only be on your honeymoon for five days).
“Will you two quit worrying? I told you, you don’t have to thank me,” sniffs Cadance. “And Minerva is nothing if not a perfect little angel. You don’t have to worry about anything except enjoying yourselves.”
“You sure you’re okay?” you ask. “I really wish you’d let us give you something for your trouble…”
“Now, what did I just say? Stop worrying about me, and start worrying about showing Abacus a good time this week. Understand?”
You glance over to Cinch, taking in as much of her as you can with just your eyes. She’s pretty far along in her pregnancy, and she’s definitely showing. Her big, round belly fills up her dress very nicely, and she’s gotten back some of the weight she had worked so hard to lose after Minerva was born. She’s got that thick, meaty figure, like how she was when you first got involved with each other. Five days alone with the most eye-catching woman you’ve ever seen brings an almost devious grin to your face.
“Oh, I’ll give her a good time, alright.”
Cinch’s beachfront house is beautiful. Nice and roomy, with a good view of the ocean, but far enough from the boardwalk that you don’t have to deal with obnoxious tourists. While you’re a Canterlot cityboy at core, you can appreciate this vacation house, and the beach near its property, for what it was.
Something that was hard not to appreciate is Cinch herself. After reassuring you for about ten minutes that her feet were fine and that she could handle it despite the baby, you finally relent and go out on the beach for a walk during the sunset. You’re wearing your favorite lime green trunks, a bright, obnoxious color that Cinch pretends to find irritating, but you can tell she likes the way it looks on you.
Cinch, on the other hand, prefers dark colors, opting for a navy blue one-piece swimsuit. You have to fight with yourself to keep your hands off of your wife (and you have to constantly remind yourself that you didn’t misspeak. That is your wife standing next to you). She fills out her swimsuit very well, her wide hips and breasts giving you plenty to look at and, eventually, grab. Perhaps most alluring, of course, was her baby bump. She looks bigger than you remember her being when she was carrying Minnie.
“Stop staring,” she says, blushing as you grab her hand. You two make your way across the beach, the waves calmly crashing against the sand. It’s a perfect scene; Not too hot, but warm enough to justify a quick dip in the water should you so choose. “I know, I’m putting on weight…”
“You should know by now, I love every single pound of you, Abby,” you say, drawing her near and wrapping your arm around her waist. It’s odd to be romantic with Cinch so publicly. In Canterlot, you two are less lovey-dovey and touchy-feely when you’re out and about, to avoid judgement. But here, far from the city and the prying eyes of colleagues and coworkers, you don’t have to worry about that. You can just cut loose, show your woman how much you love her.
“You’re only saying that because you don’t want me to smother you in your sleep,” says Cinch dryly. You’re about to make a joke about just how you would prefer Cinch smother you, but you think better of it. Abby is nothing if not a confident woman, but she’s not thinking straight. She’s pregnant, not to mention recently married, so it makes a lot of sense that she’d be more self-conscious than usual. And, as funny (and hot) as you find the mental image of Cinch suffocating you with her thick ass, you realize that it’s probably not what she wants or needs to hear right now.
“Hey.” She perks up at your voice and, when she turns to face you, you dart in and steal a kiss. She blushes like mad, bringing a smirk to your face. “I love you.”
“Idiot.” You only have to wait a short second for her demeanor to soften, and for the beginnings of a smile to creep to her lips. “I love you too.” She can tell that you’re about to say something ridiculously cheesy to try and make her blush even more, so she cuts you of at the head. “Shall we take a little dip?”
“Will you be okay?” She’s told you, time and time again, not to worry about her, but you can’t help it. You were pretty protective of her when she was carrying Minnie, and you weren’t about to lighten up now.
“I assure you, I am perfectly capable of getting my feet wet without tipping over.” Cinch’s response is sharp, almost annoyed. At her core, she’s a highly independent woman who can’t stand the idea of not being able to function without help, which is something you definitely respect. By that same token, she knows that you’re only worrying because you care, and she softens up soon after. “Just a quick dip, then we can go back to the house for dinner. We can order something, stay in bed together and watch a movie.” She gives you a sly wink, teasing you of what’s to come by bringing your hands to rest comfortably on her hip and big, sexy round belly. “Maybe something a bit more… active.”
“Well, when you put it like that…” You dive in for another kiss, but she’s ready for you this time; instead of letting you get away with a simple peck on the lips, she holds you around the waist while you two kiss deeply, exploring each other’s mouth with your tongues. You finally break, and you can tell that Cinch is trying really hard not to say “fuck the beach” and jump your bones right then and there. “Let’s go get wet.”
As much as it causes you almost physical pain, you remove your hands from Cinch’s ridiculously perfect body and instead grab her hand with yours. You walk alongside her towards the ocean, wading into the cool water and floating alongside her. Even when she’s not carrying your son, Cinch has always been a pretty weak swimmer compared to you, so you don’t feel too bad about showing off by swimming laps around her (you didn’t suffer through four years of being teased for being on the swim team just to let those skills go to waste, damn it). It’s not long before Cinch swipes a handful of water at you, making you smirk at her childish antics. Splashing during a swim is pretty juvenile, and pretty beneath Cinch.
Not you, though. No, you’re definitely immature enough to find this sort of thing funny; you fight through giggles as you loop around Cinch, splashing her with each pass. Your attention quickly became less childish with each passing splash, watching the salty water drip down Cinch’s body, tracing down her pleasantly round and full figure. It takes some strategic aim, but you do eventually manage to land a jet of water right between her tits. It seems Cinch is on to you, because she just smirks and shakes her chest, sending her boobs a-bouncing. They look about ready to jump out of her swimsuit, the thin fabric just barely containing her massive mammaries. You’re not sure how much more of this you can take, and she knows damn well what she’s doing. She turns innocently and bounces in the water, her thick ass damn near causing a tsunami as it jiggled through the water.
God, you really hit the fucking jackpot here.
“You’re staring again,” says Cinch, ceasing her seismic booty-waves. “I’m starting to feel just a bit embarrassed…”
“You should be thankful that all I’m doing is staring,” you remark, your cock straining against your shorts and chomping at the bit to get into your wife. “Hey, you wanna…”
“Head home?” supplies Cinch breathily. “If you insist, I suppose we can turn in for the night early.” You smirk at that, knowing full well that sleep is the last thing on either of your minds.
“Good.” You look Cinch’s wide, curvy frame up and down one last time, licking your lips while you do. “I’m starving.”
After changing into some more casual clothing and a quick dinner (some absolutely stellar Thai food that you know Cinch is gonna drive you mad trying to recreate when you get home), you and Cinch lay out on the couch, a movie playing in the background. You’re barely paying it any attention, most of your focus devoted to your wife’s feet. Just as you had feared, Cinch’s feet were quite sore, and she had asked you to rub them while you watched the movie. Any excuse to touch Cinch’s soft, smooth skin was okay by you, so you decided to keep the “I told you so” that you’d been brewing all evening to yourself. Just this once.
“How do you feel about Constantine?” she asks suddenly. Your confusion is visible, so Cinch elaborates. “For the baby. We’ve got to name him something.”
“Is ‘Kid #2’ not an acceptable name?” You can almost feel her glare, which is hilarious to you. “I don’t know. Seems a little… Over the top.”
“This is coming from Anonymous Hugo Fawkes.”
“Yeah, and I got the shit kicked out of me for years for that name,” you snort. “Granted, my mom wasn’t the principal of the most prestigious school in the state, but still…”
“I suppose you have a point. Alright, then, what do you suggest?” asks Cinch.
“Is ‘Kid #2’ really off the table?” Cinch kicks you gently, which is your cue to be a bit more serious. “I dunno, honestly. I’m a junior, and the only thing worse than my name would be to put ‘the Third’ after it, so that’s out. Maybe Charles? Charles Cinch sounds good to me.”
“My father’s name is Charles.” Cinch stiffens slightly for just a moment before she resumes. “Suffice it to say, I’d rather not.”
Cinch doesn’t talk much about her family, and she gets visibly uncomfortable whenever the subject comes up. You kick yourself for mentioning it, even though you couldn’t have possibly known. Still, nothing gets you worse than seeing Cinch unhappy, so you do your best to change this; You shimmy down off of the couch, sitting on the floor with your head just beside Cinch’s tummy. You roll her shirt up, gently rubbing her baby bump and peppering the entirety of her curve with kisses.
“Not every problem can be solved with foreplay,” says Cinch, although she makes no effort to stop you. You advance, snaking your hands up her shirt and to her tits, gently gripping her nipples between your fingers. She gasps as you touch her, biting her lip to ground herself. “C-careful. They’re so sensitive…”
“Hm? So I should stop?” Cinch doesn’t answer, which is about what you expected. You pull her shirt up all the way, tweaking her nipples as you did. To your delight, this little squeeze is enough to produce a little dribble of milk, which you dutifully lick up. “That’s what I thought. This is what you get for teasing me at the beach earlier.” You lean in and latch your lips onto one of her heavy, leaky breasts, sucking her nipple for its sweet, delicious milk.
“Save some for the baby…” murmurs Cinch, but her complaints are quickly replaced by a soft, breathless moan. She’s dripping more than just milk at this point and you know it, so you double your efforts by gently nibbling on Cinch’s tender nipple. Her entire body jerks, and you’d be concerned that you may have hurt her if not for the moans.
“Anon…” Her words die in her throat when you bring your lips up to meet hers, melting her into a puddle with a deep, passionate kiss. She grabs you around the back of the neck and pulls you in, exploring your mouth and savoring the taste of her own milk on your tongue. You break away from her to give her a much-needed respite; Cinch takes deep breaths, her sizeable chest rising and falling in time with her breathing. “I—”
“I think I’m gonna go relax in the hot tub, babe,” you say suddenly, pulling away from Cinch. You watch her expression change, from bliss to a blushing, frustrated pout, and you can’t help but smirk. That’ll teach her to tease you. “See you in a bit.”
“Wait… What?” Cinch’s mind is so clouded by her desire that she struggles to understand and accept the situation. “You’re… You’re leaving?”
“I’ll just be outside,” you shrug. “Just a quick soak. Maybe ten minutes.”
“And what if I don’t want to wait ten minutes?”
“You made me wait til we left the beach.” While Cinch was definitely the more dominant one (a trait you always found super hot), you’ve always wanted to experiment with teasing and denying her what she wants like this. Her frustration is almost palpable, and she takes a few moments to compose a coherent sentence.
“So, let me get this straight.” Cinch sits up slightly, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You’re on your honeymoon with your wife. You kiss her, play with her breasts, get her all warmed up and horny enough to ride you for a week straight. And you want to leave without fucking her?”
“I never said you couldn’t come with,” you say, pushing yourself to your feet and heading to the sliding door that led to the backyard, where the hot tub was waiting for you. You slip outside before Cinch can get in another word edgewise, pull off your shirt and shorts, and slowly lower your nude body into the warm, bubbling water. A sigh escapes your body, the heated water soothing your muscles. Now, it’s just a matter of waiting for Cinch to come to you.
You don’t have to wait long, which doesn’t surprise you. Cinch was never the sort to wait around for things. If she wants something, she goes and gets it, and she wants you bad. Your back is to the door, so you hear her come out of the house before you actually see her. You can hear her ragged breathing as she pulls her clothes off, tossing them down onto the floor before strolling into view.
You’re not sure if you’ll ever get over how fucking good she looks, especially pregnant. Something about the round curve of her belly, and the way her extra baby weight allocated itself at her thighs and ass, coupled with the faint, creamy trickle from her tits, it all came together to make the most attractive, alluring, sexy woman you’ve ever seen.
“Tease,” she remarks, slowly and carefully lowering herself into the water. You smirk as she approaches you, and open your arms to hug her. Cinch had slightly different plans, and turned around as she reached you, grinding her ass against your cock as you wrap your arms around her belly. “You should be ashamed of yourself, tormenting your poor wife like this.”
“I think you know me well enough to know that I was born without a concept of shame,” you say, sliding your hand down her tummy and between her legs. A moan escapes her as you gently finger her pussy, rolling her clit with your thumb. “But you have a point. This was mean of me. You should give me detention or something.”
“I bet you’d just love that.” You lean in and kiss Cinch’s neck, firmly gripping her sensitive breast with your free hand.
“And you wouldn’t?”
“I suppose we won’t know until we get there.” Cinch leans forward a bit, shaking her hips and all but swallowing your dick with her thick, juicy ass. Suffice it to say, you’re plenty warmed up, and tired of waiting, so you finally grab your cock and do what you’ve been wanting to do since you arrived.
Cinch lets out a breathy moan as you enter her, spreading the hot, puffy lips of her cunt with your dick. You rock your hips, sliding your cock in and out of Cinch’s slick, velvety passage. It’s not long before Cinch gets into things, grinding her hips back and forcing more and more of your length into her with each thrust. Cinch’s pussy pulses with desire, swallowing your length inch by inch and sending arcs of electric pleasure up your cock.
“Fuck, yes…” moans Cinch. “Lord, I needed this…”
“You’re not the only one,” you say through gritted teeth. Cinch’s body is insane; somehow, as she gets older, she seems to get tighter, and it was all you could do to refrain from popping your cork early. She’s savvy to the effect she has on you, and she flaunts this control by slowly gyrating her hips with your cock inside of her, rubbing your length around her every crevice. You bite your lip, steel your nerves, and decide to fight fire with fire.
Cinch squeals in surprise as your hands firmly connect with her ass, an audible slap causing the waves of the pool to ripple. You grip her ass firmly, holding her tightly for deep, long strokes into her hot, hungry pussy. Each buck of your hips earns you a hot, heavy moan from your wife, until you were going almost faster than Cinch can draw breath.
She reaches back, wrapping her arm and your chin and holding you tightly as you pound her perfect pregnant pussy. Her other hand slithers between her legs, rubbing her clit with her fingers while you fuck her. You’ve never felt closer to anyone than you feel to Cinch right now, the two of you having completely come together as one.
Cinch cranes her head back and locks her lips onto yours, moaning into you with every deep exploration of her pussy. She guides one of your hands back to her tits, and it’s almost second nature for you to begin teasing and pinching Cinch’s sensitive, tender, leaking nipples. She’s like putty in your hand, completely at the mercy of your fingers and cock. You dig your fingers into her soft titflesh, gripping her hip tight enough to leave faint indentations in her skin, getting as deep into Cinch’s cunt as you can manage.
“F-fuck… I’m so close…” moans Cinch. You kiss her again, holding her steady with the intent of tipping your wife over the edge. “Anon… I love you, so, so much.”
“I love you too, Abby.” Your hand drops from her breasts to gently caress the curve of her belly, some part of you still in disbelief that this was your child that Cinch is carrying. You kiss your wife, your partner, the mother of your children, and resume your pace. You hold her tight and close to your body, getting as deep as ever with every thrust. You can feel her pussy twitch and pulse around your cock, her grip on you tightening as you finally push her over the edge.
Cinch lets out a shrill, shakey moan as she cums hard on you, violently jerking her hips as her pussy convulses and clamps down on your cock. You can never last long after Cinch cums, and today is no different; you bottom out in her, the tightening and constricting of her hot snatch milking your twitching, pulsing cock for its cum. You let out a low groan as you erupt inside of Cinch, filling her up with a hot, sticky load.
“Worth the wait?” you ask with a smirk. Cinch doesn’t respond right away, clearly needing a minute to compose herself, catch her breath. She’s tired, to the point where you almost feel bad for not fucking her on the couch earlier. Almost. You slip an arm around her waist, holding her gasping, panting body up. “You okay?”
“More than… okay…” she pants, wiping sweat from her brow with her off hand. “I’m getting too old for all of this excitement, Anon.”
“Not old. Finely aged, like a fine wine.” She rolls her eyes at your admittedly cheesy line, but sighs in contentment nevertheless. “You seem out of it. Wanna head to bed? We can pillowtalk or whatever it is married folk do after a good fuck.”
You peck Cinch on the cheek, feeling her face flush red, still somehow embarrassed by this display of affection despite you two having just fucked like animals.
“That sounds fantastic,” she says. A devious grin spreads to her lips. “You have to carry me, though. Since you wanted to have sex standing up, now my feet are sore.”
Well played, Abby. Well played, indeed.
“Well, I have been hitting the gym lately…”
“And to think, all of this because you wanted to TP my house,” sighs Cinch, lacing her fingers with your own as you spooned her from behind (a very familiar position). After putting that CrossFit gym membership to good use by carrying your wife up stairs and laying her gently in bed, you snuggled up behind her, holding Cinch in your arms as you both recovered from your adventure in the hot tub.
“Well, technically, I didn’t want to TP your house,” you remind her. “It was Cadance I wanted…” Almost as soon as you said it, you realize what a goddamn stupid thing that was to say, so you hurry to correct yourself. “I mean, not that I planned to end up fucking and marrying Cadance. Well, not like I planned to end up fucking and marrying you, either, that was kinda a happy accident. More your fault than mine, when you think about it.”
“Smooth as ever.” Cinch chuckles, bringing your hand to her belly just in time for you to feel the baby kick. “Oof, that was a big one… He’s much more active than Minerva was…” It got quiet for a moment before Cinch returned to her original train of thought. “If you could go back to then, knowing whose house you’re aiming at. Would you still do it?”
“Absolutely.” It doesn’t even take you a second to respond. You say it almost before you even hear the question, because you felt your answer in your heart. You love this woman, you love your family, and you need them like you need air in your lungs. Like you need the sun in the sky.
Hm… Sun…
“Apollo,” you say. Cinch looks back at you, confused, so you elaborate. “For the baby. Apollo. He was the god of the sun and music and like a million other things. Plus, he was Athena’s brother. Makes it a perfect fit to go along with Minnie.”
“That’s not a bad name at all. I quite like that,” says Cinch with a smirk. “Apollo it is. Minerva is going to be so excited to meet her baby brother.”
“She’s not alone.” You lean forward and kiss Cinch deeply, melting into her with your love and passion and just taking in the moment. This was your life now. Father. Husband. You wouldn’t have ever asked for this at your age, but now that you have it, you couldn’t imagine things being any other way. And it all started because of a stupid senior year high school prank that went horribly wrong in the best way possible. You were confident before when you thought it, but now there was no denying
For sure, that was the best detention ever.
